Everyone Has His Besetting Sin.

Through Ignorance Of What Is Good And What Is Bad, The Life Of Men Is Greatly Perplexed.

A Letter Does Not Blush.

Were Floods Of Tears To Be Unloosed In Tribute To My Grief, The Doves Of Noah Ne'er Had Roost Nor Found An Olive-leaf.

Silence Is One Of The Great Arts Of Conversation.

If I Had More Time, I Would Have Written A Shorter Letter.